Runtz (feat. 4400dy)
Koujas
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(Desire) (Yeah Now You Rockin' wit' Rada) Yeah, all my blues be crushed up In the back, we smokin' on good runtz I need that pack, like I'm fienin' or sum Trey five like I'm in Phoenix or sum Had to change my sound 'cause they stealin' that shit Me and lil' Trapp been trappin' them zips That 556 gon' blick yo' shit In that CLA, windows be tinted as shit Up in that GLE, bitch we be couped up and shit And that Glock 43 finna stay on my hip And I'm rockin' wit' Rada, no missin' She be rockin' that Dior but she ain't no Christian I'm wit' Goon smokin' za out the bowl Bitch, I been trappin' them bowls Light up the wood, on the stage at the show I just fucked on his ho then I had to go ghost Hunnid' band, hunnid' band, I do the most 44 taliban, bitch I'm a goat Keep that tec, in my Saint Lauren coat I don't need that bitch, she way too old I don't need that bitch, she way too bold I got a hunnid' band right for the show Right for the show, uh yeah Right for the show Gen 5 finna beat him I'm in LA wit' my feet up Rockin' this Louis right down to my chest She obsessed, too many scripts Too many drugs, too many pints We got sticks up in this bitch so we don't fight She said she fallin' in love But I told the bitch that's not right She went left, had to go right I'm at the top countin' cash right My brothers bang red like stop sign I make a play when it's night time Rockin' all black like it's night time He talkin' that shit, knock his lights out We spin his block like a playground Creep in this bitch, we in his hideout Takin' his bitch, put that ho upside down My twin gotta tec so he gotta foul She givin' me neck, that bitch goin' foul And he tried to ball but he out of bounds Glock 19 finna stay on my hip He wanna talk, he get put in a zip Most of my brothers, they down to kill He tried to run up, he tried us yeah I hop on this beat by Rada I pop my shit, my collar yeah Talkin' that shit, we don't play fair Makin' this play off of Telegram Too many racks and these hoes stare Louis Vuitton my coat That bitch, she a goat with the throat Blowin' on za out the bowl, I'm losin' control The demons, they takin' my soul I was down bad wit' no hope I was down bad, was so poor We got racks, used to sleep on the floor Now I'm too rich, that bitch know (Yeah Now You Rockin' Wit' Rada) Yeah, she know for real (Elegant music, 4400 Taliban)
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